Dogs bark as a red 5 Chevrolet LUV rolled into the gates of the Bin Manor. Four boys were inside the truck, one with their hair slicked back dawning a cigarette in his mouth. Another one with his hair all messed upholding what seems to be well whattaya know a cigarette and a lighter.
Cancer sticks, oh what fun.
The third one with a buzzcut running his hands over his head while looking at the rearview mirror making kissing faces to himself.
How disturbing.
Lastly, the blonde one, the one who stood out the most with his well....dyed blonde hair made everyone swoon for him. The considered bad boy heartthrob whose eyes showed no emotion, but his dimples and a smile that could kill a girl within a 3-mile radius made up for that.
The guard in the front of the gates looked at them, confused as to why three boys that look like delinquents excluding the blonde one are in front of the gates of Bin Manor. Surely, they were just lost and are making a U-turn right? So the guard waited for 2 minutes, to see if they would leave but they didn't.
"What on earth, are these boys waiting, for," the guard thought.
He made eye contact with the boy who had his hair slicked back who was taking out another cigarette from his pack and motioned him to come to his station. The boy nodded and smirked as he opened his door and walked out of the car, adjusting his jean jacket. As he walked towards the guard, he puffed his cigarette, looking back at his friends behind him as they gave him a thumbs up. The guard rolled his eyes hard and sighed. The word "teenagers" rolled out of his mouth, allowing the boy to hear and chuckle.
"What are you boys doin' out here at 8 in the night time, y'all should be home yer parents are probably lookin' for y'all," said the guard. He looked at the boy who was in front of him up and down, waiting for his answer.
"Mr. Bin asked us to come over for dinner tonight sirrrr ummm?--" the boy looked at his nametag to see what was the guard's name- "aha, Sir Jacob." He smiled sheepishly towards the guard who had a shocked face.
"The Mr. Bin asked you four to come over dinner tonight?" he said suspiciously, not believing a word the boy said.
"Yes, he did. I can assure you my name is on the list, he said something about putting our names on the list or at least one of us boys on it."
Sir Jacob laughed in front of the boy's face, clapping his hands together as if he was told some kind of joke. "Son, do you think I'm an idiot, what would Mr. Bin want from you boys at this time of night. Now, why don't you boys turn around and go home."
The boy sighed and facepalmed knowing that this would happen. He looked at the truck and motioned the blonde-haired boy to come and help him cause god knows what if he tried to do this himself. The blonde-haired boy smiled and hopped on off the truck, rummaging his leather jacket pockets, looking for something.
The boy smacked a yellow ticket in front of Sir Jacobs's face and smirked. "Are you going to let us in already, It's getting late and I'm kind of hungry sir," the blondie said politely.
Sir Jacobs was baffled as to why these kids continued on lying to him, but he decided to play along with their games and picked up the ticket. Reading over the ticket it said the one thing he thought he would never see. 8:00 pm August 31, 1980. YOU ARE INVITED.
The blonde-haired boy looked at the guard amused and let out a chuckle. "Sir as you can see Mr. Bin did invite us in his lovely home at 8 pm sharp, but now it's what... 8:17 pm. I'm afraid you caused us to be late, and I would hate for you to lose your job by not reading the list behind you, sir, about us teenagers coming into his home in the evening," he said cunningly while he runs his hands through his hair flashing him a blinding smile.
Sir Jacobs, still in shock, looked at the boys in great horror. Smiling nervously at them, he quickly opened the gates for them. "I apologize, boys, it's just..aha..you know," he nervously responded to them.
"No worries sir, and next time please read the list, it can help you and everyone else save more time," said the boy with the slicked hair. The boys walked to their truck and opened their doors slowly entering the Manor.
"Who are you boys?" asked Jacobs who was staring at them in disbelief.
The blonde-hair boy turned his head to face Sir Jacobs and smiled. "I'm Enzo Oh and you're about to be fired."
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